Let Gentleness My Strong Enforcement Be.

Your Lordship, Though Not Clean Past Your Youth, Have Yet Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltiness Of Time.

Rumor Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures.

Thou Art The Best O' The Cut-throats

He's All My Exercise, My Mirth, My Matter.

Love Does Not See With The Eyes, But With The Soul.